Give her what she wants

With one swift movement, he thrust into her, her tight pussy wrapping around him like a vice. She gasped, her body arching back into his. The pleasure was intense, a mix of pain and pleasure that sent him spiraling out of control. He grabbed her hips, his nails digging into her flesh as he began to pound into her. The sound of his hips slapping against her ass filled the room, a rhythmic beat that matched the thud of his heart.

Remy's moans grew louder, her body moving in sync with his thrusts. The mind control had made her want this, had made her crave the very thing she should have feared the most. And now, she was getting it, her brother's cock filling her completely, stretching her to her limits.

James watched the scene unfold before him, his own reflection in the kitchen window showing a monster, a creature of darkness and lust. But the look on Remy's face, the pure bliss that contorted her features, told him that she was just as lost in this depraved act as he was.

He felt his orgasm approaching, the tension building in his balls. "Cum for me," he ordered, his voice a harsh command. And she did, her pussy clenching around him as she came, her body shaking with the **** of her climax.

They remained there for a moment, his cock still buried in her, both of them panting. He leaned in, his breath hot on her neck. "You're mine now," he murmured. "You're all mine."

The reality of what she had just allowed to happen began to sink in, the fog of the mind control slowly lifting. But even as the horror dawned on her, she found herself nodding in agreement. Her body still trembled with the aftershocks of pleasure, her mind a swirl of conflicting emotions.

But the voice in her head, the one that had whispered sweet nothings of obedience, was silent now. The only sound was the steady hum of the mind control speakers, a reminder of the prison she now inhabited.

James pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her juices. He turned her around, his eyes raking over her naked body. "You're going to be my good little slut, aren't you?"

Her eyes were wide, a mix of fear and submission. "Y-yes," she whispered. "I'll be whatever you want me to be."

With a smirk, he yanked her hair in his fist and said prove it!

Remy looked up at him with a mix of trepidation and excitement, her pupils dilated with arousal. He felt his cock swell at the sight of her obedience.

He stepped out of his underwear, his erection bobbing before her face. "If you want to prove your loyalty," he said, his voice low and commanding, "you need to eat my ass."

Her eyes widened, but she didn't hesitate. She leaned in, deeply inhaling the musky scent of him. He felt a thrill of power at her willingness to submit.

James spread his cheeks apart with a cruel grin, exposing his asshole. Remy's face grew closer, her eyes glued to his, and she took a deep breath. He watched as she opened her mouth, her tongue slipping out to lick her lips.

Her face buried between his cheeks, Remy took a moment to savor the scent of her brother's asshole. The mind control had wired her to find it irresistible, and she was eager to please him.

James felt her warm breath on his skin before she took the plunge, her tongue sliding over his tight hole. He groaned, his grip on her hair tightening as she began to explore him with a fervor that surprised even him.

Her mouth moved in slow, wet circles around his asshole, her tongue teasing him mercilessly. He pushed her face closer, feeling her nose press into his crack as she delved deeper.

The sensation was incredible, a mix of pleasure and dominance that sent shivers down his spine. "Fuck, Remy," he moaned, his body jolting at the sensation. "You're such a good little slut."

Her only response was to dive in further, her tongue probing deeper, her nose pressed tightly against his ass. He could feel her saliva dripping down his cheeks as she licked and kissed him, her movements growing more frenzied.

The speakers in the room grew louder, their whispers of encouragement urging her on. She was a good girl, doing exactly as she was told, and he reveled in the power of it.

James felt himself getting closer to the edge, the pleasure building in his balls. "C'mon, Remy," he groaned, pushing her face closer. "Make your brother cum."

With a muffled "Yes, sir!" she took a gob of his precum onto her finger and brought it to her mouth, savoring the taste before spitting it back onto his asshole. She watched as it slid down, mixing with the sweat that coated his body.

Her voice was a sultry purr as she talked dirty, her words a testament to the depths of their incestuous relationship. "You're such a bad boy, fucking me like this," she whispered, her finger poised at his entrance. "But I love it, don't I?"

James nodded, his eyes rolling back in his head. "Yes," he hissed, "you love it."

Remy didn't wait for him to say more. She inserted her finger into his ass, her movements slow and deliberate. As soon as she felt the resistance of his prostate, she curled her digit upwards, pressing firmly.

His legs buckled, a strangled moan escaping his throat. The sensation was overwhelming, his body reacting to the taboo pleasure in ways he had never thought possible. He leaned back against the wall, his eyes squeezed shut as his sister fucked his ass with her finger.

"You like that, don't you?" she taunted, her voice a mix of amusement and lust. "You like your little sister's finger in your ass."

"Fuck," James moaned, his hips jerking back into her touch. "I do, I do."

The room was alive with their grunts and moans, the sound of her finger sliding in and out of his ass. She watched him, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You're so sensitive," she murmured. "So easy to please."

Her words only served to spur him on, his orgasm approaching like a freight train. "More," he begged, his voice strained. "Please, Remy, more."

And she gave it to him, her finger moving faster, pressing harder. He felt his balls tighten, his cock swell. And then it washed over him, a wave of pleasure so intense it was almost painful. He shot his load all over the kitchen floor, his body trembling with the **** of his release.

They stood there for a moment, panting, their eyes locked. The power dynamic between them had shifted, the mind control speakers having done their job. Remy had become the dominant one, and James was her willing ****.

The house remained silent, the only sounds their harsh breathing and the soft dribble of his cum onto the tiles. The speakers had gone quiet, their whispers having reached a crescendo and then disappeared.

James leaned back, his legs shaking. "You're so good to me," he murmured, his voice a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction.

Remy pulled her finger out of his ass, a smug smile playing on her lips. "You know I am," she said, her voice still low and sultry. "But remember, James, this is only the beginning."

Their eyes met, and in that moment, he knew she was right. The mind control had only just begun to unravel their lives, and he couldn't wait to see what twisted path it would lead them down next.

"Get dressed," James ordered, his voice still thick with lust. "And make me some breakfast. But this time, try not to burn it."

Remy nodded, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. She quickly pulled her apron back on and began to gather her clothes, her movements robotic. As she dressed, James couldn't help but watch her, his thoughts a whirlwind of new possibilities. She was his now, a willing participant in his twisted games.

Once dressed, she set to work cleaning up the kitchen, the smell of burnt bacon a testament to her previous distraction. The counters gleamed as she scrubbed them down, the smell of bleach a stark contrast to the lingering scent of their depravity. She moved with an efficiency that spoke of practice, her mind already rewired to prioritize his needs above all else.

As she worked, she couldn't help but glance over at James, who had settled back into his chair, his cock now flaccid but the hunger in his eyes still evident. He had instructed her to keep their newfound relationship a secret, the weight of his words a heavy burden on her shoulders. But the whispers of the speakers remained, a constant reminder of the truth she now knew in her core.